Soon they struck a narrow road, that went rolling up and down, fading grey into the darkness ahead: the road to Woodhall, and Stock, and the Bucklebury Ferry. It ... wound over the skirts of the Green Hills towards Woody End, a wild corner of the Eastfarthing.

The Fellowship of the Ring, LoTR Book 1, Ch 3, Three Is Company

The hobbits scrambled down a steep green bank and plunged into the thick trees below. Their course had been chosen to leave Woodhall to their left, and to cut slanting through the woods that clustered along the eastern side of the hills, until they reached the flats beyond. Then they could make straight for the Ferry ...

When they had struggled to the bottom of the bank, they found a stream running down from the hills behind ...